You may be wondering why I'm doing this. I mean, THIS. A blog in English, a foreign language for me, talking about... whatever I'm talking about. Well, it's not a long story, nothing exciting, but I'll tell you anyway. Just to satisfy your curiosity.
One year ago I took a plane to study for a year in Canada. No family, no friends, just me and my suitcase. I've always liked writing, so somebody suggested me to write a blog. Following her advice, I started a blog in Spanish talking about what being a Spanadian (Spanish + Canadian) feels like. It was a success, as everybody that I used to know where stuck on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, and reading my life was easier that way. Then somebody said that I wasn't that bad at writing in English, and that I should start a blog in English too. But it wasn't the right moment. Not yet.
After the huge success of my other blog (not to show off, but it got 10,000 views, probably half of them from my parents), I couldn't write about Canada anymore. The experience itself was over, but the learning had just started. Maybe because I didn't want to lose my English, perhaps because it just felt the right way, or it might be just a huge mistake... anyway, I decided to write it in English. Canada and my experience there will probably be mentioned, but this is not about my experience as an international student anymore. After the last page of a good book, you close it and look for another good book, but at the same time you save a special spot in your mind for the finished great book.
Paper planes, what a childish topic, right?
Maybe it's not approached with the right attitude. Think of a paper plane as a letter with the magical ability to fly. It can fly with the wind, overcoming impossible obstacles, despite its fragility. It's a letter with a sender but not an addressee, sent from an anonymous writer to the unknown reader. And it can have anything written on it, even attached to it.
I once wrote a story about paper planes. They could fly over a blue sky to land under the same blue sky, as their senders were just separated by a few meters. Oh, and a wall. Yeah, the Berlin Wall was also in between them.
I wonder if this is a paper plane. I wonder if somebody, maybe on this or the other side of the ocean, will find this message and read it, keeping its secret for him or her. It certainly is a nice thought.
But if nobody ever finds this paper plane... Well, a plane is safe on the airport, but that's not what planes are for. And as this is made of paper (metaphorically, I'm not that crazy), there's very little chances it'll make it to an airport, but I'm willing to take that risk.